Pick Up The Phone

You know this place,
you know this gloom?
We’ve been here before.
When life is a loop,
you’re in a room without a door.
Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.
«„Trouble that we’ve come to know will stay with us“»,
with every step it slowly grows.
Rub off the rust.
Pick up the phone and answer me at last.
Today I will step out of your past.